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when i go in my little brothers messy room
i hear the bang of toy guns
i see toys stacked and scattered all about

when i go in my little brothers messy room
i smell scented markers
i taste sour candy and sugary juice
i feel his plush puppy with the floppy ears

when i go in my little brothers messy room
i wonder who he'll be
i discovered no matter how loud or annoying he is im proud to call him mine





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Powd3er said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 11:42 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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